Selected Poems

Doing the Two-Step Across T.G.& Y.

Angie and I dance to the chink
of nickels and dimes galore.
Sassy and sleek, we're always in sync
with money, our luck, and the score.
Under and over, in passionate link,
we dance down aisles and never confuse
motion with notions of marriage in heaven
or anything campy and lewd.
Give us some room and roll us a seven.
Luck is ours, and ours to lose. 
Here is our hip. This is our wink.
No one but us in the store.
All we know is the sensual slink
between hardware, grace, and the door.

(published in Pididdle)